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| 1121. | The Soul's Expression by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | With stammering lips and insufficient sound
I strive and struggle to deliver right
That music of my nature, day and night
With dream and thought an... |
| 1122. | Aurora Leigh (excerpts) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | [Book 1]
I am like,
They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows
Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth
Of delicate features, -- paler, near as grav... |
| 1123. | Work And Contemplation by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel
A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole;
She thinketh of her song, upon the whole,
Far more than of her flax;... |
| 1124. | The Seraph and the Poet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | THE seraph sings before the manifest
God-One, and in the burning of the Seven,
And with the full life of consummate
Heaving beneath him like a moth... |
| 1125. | The Prisoner by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | I count the dismal time by months and years
Since last I felt the green sward under foot,
And the great breath of all things summer-
Met mine upon ... |
| 1126. | Patience Taught By Nature by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | 'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely liv... |
| 1127. | The Poet And The Bird by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | Said a people to a poet---" Go out from among us straightway!
While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of divine.
There's a little fair br... |
| 1128. | On A Portrait Of Wordsworth by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud
Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind,
Then break against the rock, and show behind
The lowland valleys flo... |
| 1129. | An Apprehension by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know
Concentred in one heart their gentleness,
That still grew gentler till its pulse was less
For life than ... |
| 1130. | Perplexed Music by Elizabeth Barrett Browning | | EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the... |
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